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PAGE A charge to keep I have no A few more years shall roll 122 A mighty fortress is our God 146 Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide 46 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 20 As pants the hart for cooling streams ..... 1 24 Behold the sun, that seem'd but now 164 Before Jehovah's awful throne 25 Beyond, beyond that boundless sea . .... 1 54 Blest be the tie that binds 100 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning . . 16 By cool Siloam's shady rill 60 Children of the heavenly King 79 Christ to the young man said : " Yet one thing more " 1 30 City of God, how broad and far [58 Dawn purples all the east with light 128 Day of Wrath, — that Day of Days 160 Do I not love Thee, Lord most high 172 Father, I know that all my life 156 Fierce was the wild billow • . . 102 From all that dwell below the skies 33 From every stormy wind that blows 140 From Greenland's icy mountains 62 V 3fntiep of jFiwt lineg. PAGE Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us i God is love ! His mercy brightens 26 God moves in a mysterious way 2 Go to dark Gethsemane . . 18 Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah ! 58 Hail to the Lord's Anointed 22 Hark ! hark, my soul ! angelic songs are swelling . 72 Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord 98 Hark, the glad sound ! the §aviour comes . . , 14 Hark ! the herald angels sing 104 Hark ! what mean those holy voices 1 20 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! 28 I heard the voice of Jesus say • . 106 I think, when I read that sweet story of old ... 52 I was a wandering sheep 84 I would not live alway, — live alway below ! . . . 64 In heavenly love abiding ...,,.... 86 In the cross of Christ I glory 88 It came upon the midnight clear 10 Jerusalem, the golden ! 108 Jesu, Lover of my soul 4 Jesus, I my cross have taken 40 Just as I am, without one plea . 54 Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom . . 67 Lord dismiss us with Thy blessing 75 Lord of all being ! throned afar ...... 1 32 Maker of the human heart 174 My faith looks up to Thee 38 Nearer, my God, to Thee 50 Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore 171 vi SfnUe;: of Jirctt Ltnect. O God, our help in ages past . . O holy Saviour, Friend unseen . . O Jesu, Thou art standing .... O Love Divine, that stooped to share O mother dear, Jerusalem ! ... O Paradise ! O Paradise .... O star of Truth, down shining . . Oh, could I speak the matchless worth Oh, worship the King Onward, Christian soldiers ! . . . Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed Out of the depths I cry to Thee . . Praise to God, immortal praise . . Rock of Ages, cleft for me ... Saviour, breathe an evening blessing Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing Softly now the light of day . . . Still, still with Thee, when purple morni Sun of my soul. Thou Saviour dear , Sunlight upon Judaea's hills ! . . . Sunset and evening star .... Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright The King of Love my shepherd is . The morning light is breaking . . The shadows of the evening hours . The Son of God goes forth to war . There is a happy land There is a land of pure delight . . Thou say'st, " Take up thy cross " . Upon the hills the wind is sliarp and cold ng breaketh PA(iK 169 90 36 134 126 76 80 I II 141 112 114 176 34 44 93 12 43 82 116 135 166 129 150 48 118 138 68 70 152 167 vu STnUej: of iFtreit Itnee;. PAGE Up to those bright and gladsome hills 144 Watchman, tell us of the night 6 Welcome, happy morning ! 94 When all Thy mercies, O my God 30 When I survey the wondrous cross . . , . . 92 When Israel, of the Lord beloved 148 When morning gilds the skies 96 While shepherds watched their flocks by night . 8 Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power 56 vin INDEX OF AUTHORS. PAGE Adams, Sarah Flower 50 Addison, Joseph ... 30 Ambrose, Saint . . 12S Anatolius, Saint 102 AuBER, Harriet ... . . .... 114 Baker, Sir H. W. 150 Barbauld, Anna L^etitia 34 Baring-Gould, S. 112 Bernard of Cluny . ... .... 126 Bernard, Saint . 108 BONAR, HORATIUS 84, I o6, 122 BowRiNG, Sir John 6, 26, 88 Caedmon .... xxi Campion, Thomas 171 Caswall 96 Cawood, John 120 Cennick, John 79 CoNDER, Eustace 154 CowPER, William 2, 98 DoANE, George Washington ...... 43 Doddridge, Philip ......... 14 Edmeston, James 93 ix ^ntitx of Slat|)oi:fl;» PAGE Elliott, Charlotte 54, 90 Faber, Frederick William 72, 76 Fawcett, John .... 100 FORTUNATUS, VeNANTIUS . . . . o . . 94 Grant, Sir Robert . . 141 Hastings, Thomas . . i Heber, Reginald . . . . 16, 28, 60, 62, 139 Herbert, George 129 Holmes, Oliver Wendell 132, 134 How, William Walsham 36 Johnson, Samuel ... 158 Keble, J 116 Longfellow, Henry Wads worth 130 Loyola, Ignatius 172 Luke, Jemima Thompson .... ... 52 Luther, Martin 146, 176 Lyte, Henry Francis 40, 46 Medley, Samuel in Montgomery, James 18, 22 Muhlenberg, William Augustus .... 12, 64 Newman, John Henry » . ...... 67 Palgrave, F. T . . 152 Palmer, Ray 38 Perronet, Edward 20 Proctor, Adelaide ... . c 118 Savage, Minot J. . . < 80 Scott, Sir Walter 148 X 3fnlie^ of 3tit()orfl;. PAGK Sears, Edmund H lo Smith, Samuel Francis 48 Stanley, Arthur Penrhyx 174 Stowe, Mrs. H. B 82 Stowell, Hugh 138 Tate and Brady 124 Tate, Nahum S Tennyson, Lord 166 Toplady, Augustus Montague 44 Vaughan, Henry 144 Waring, Anna L. . 86, 156 Watts, Isaac 25, 33, 70. 92, 169 Wesley, Charles 4? 104^ I'o Whittier, John G 135 Williams, Helen Maria 36 Williams, William 58 Wixthrop, Robert C 160 Wither, G 164 Young, Andrew 68 Note. — Hymns by Longfellow, Whittier, Holmes, and Mrs. Stowe are included by permission of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin, and Company. XI INTRODUCTION. IT is a pleasant office to introduce to the thoughtful portion of the readiny^ public the selections which the taste and enthusiasm of my friend, Mr. Louis K. Harlow, have pre- pared for its benefit and enjoyment. His con- genial task has been guided by the simple, practical aim of bringing together in a con- venient and an attractive form the choicest specimens of sacred poetry that have gradually grown up in the soil of religious sentiment. This compilation is not a hymn-book, but a book of hymns. Neither is it an abounding treasure-house of religious verse. Exquisite collections of sacred song have already been made for poetry's sake, with the avowed pur- pose of admitting no poetical composition, however good its intention, unless it has been xiii 3fntrolinction« touched with the power and magic of high poetic art. Still other religious poems have been gathered, with the paramount aim of direct usefulness in ministering to the nurture and sol- ace of the spiritual life. This book enters into no rivalry with such incomparable volumes of religious poetry, each one a noble library in itself. The present editor's aim and scope pur- posely have been confined to certain special limits. The leading principle of choice which has been followed is the selection of the best Eng- lish lyrical religious poetry that has been im- mediately associated with sacred music, and hallowed by long and constant use in the ser- vice of song in the home and the church. They are lyrics that have become classic as hymns^ rather than through their literary excellence of poetic form. In the perusal of most of them the mental ear will catch the undertone of the sacred melodies to which they have usually been sung. xiv 3fntroIinctton* Nor has the taste and discernment of the editor failed to detect the enhancing worth of poetical merit in the expression of thought and sentiment whose chief excellence lies in its spiritual value. A hymn as a mode of poetry has the object of all poetic art, — the sponta- neous expression of emotion on the part of the writer, and the excitement of corresponding emotion in the heart of the reader or singer. It is at once the fervid, sincere transcript and impression of some phase of spiritual life cast in a metrical mould. The spiritual emotions of Penitence and Praise, of Faith, Hope, Love, and aspirations after Perfection, are all the more inspiring, penetrating, and influential, when embodied in choice, melodious diction and beautiful form. A Christian hymn has its peculiar canons of excellence. It is either written or appro- priated for popular use; it is chiefly em- ployed as an integral part of public worship; the vast majority of those who sing it are plain XV SfntroHnction* people. Hence, our best hymns, while fervid in spirit, are simple in diction and chastened in imagery. With its confessedly practical aim of edifying the inner life, the ideal hymn is saved from the peril of didactics — the sure death of poetry — by lines so deftly wrought that they quickly catch the ear of the little child, and linger in the memory of the aged when almost every other form of language is forgotten. A hymn as a question of poetic art is a matter of execution. In structure and movement it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. ** In a hymn," remarks that skilful hymn-writer, James Montgomery, " there should be a mani- fest gradation in the thoughts, and their mutual dependence should be so perceptible that they could not be transposed without injuring the unity of the piece ; every line carrying forward the connection, and every stanza adding a well- proportioned limb to a symmetrical body. The reader should know when the strain is complete, and be satisfied as at the close of an air of music." xvi 3fntrolittctton. This high ideal of what a hymn should be seems more or less consciously to have been borne in mind in the choice of the selections before us; nearly every hymn successfully stands the test. Many of them are master- pieces of lyric poetry, which all English-speak- ing people have agreed in admiring. They have been written by acknowledged masters of song, and have secured a wide and enduring fame. The restricted rule of choice which influenced the compiler in his selection has, no doubt, been modified in some instances by his personal pref- erences. He may be assured that those hymns which have charmed and moved an intelligent lover of sacred poetry will probably delight others. And yet these selections are remark- ably free from mere individual predilection. They are representative and catholic. They are not chosen for any one class of Chris- tians, but for our common Christian life. The balance of personal judgment has been kept xvii 3fntrolincti0n* most true; it would be difficult to infer a system of religious opinions from the poems presented. Obviously, no two persons would make pre- cisely the same selection from such a wide range of choice in the almost limitless field of religious poetry. Many readers will doubtless expect to find some familiar hymn, and feel disappointed at its absence. The omission can sometimes be accounted for by the exer- cise of the editor's critical judgment. The ** Fountain filled with blood, drawn from Em- manueFs veins," is a favorite hymn, found in nearly every hymn-book in the churches. Sur- prise will perhaps be expressed by some at the omission of Cowper's famous hymn from this collection. Others will commend its exclusion because of its imagery, although to the gentle poet of Olney it was a vivid and reverent description of the chief article of his faith. Let it be noted, however, that other hymns are found here that acknowledge and interpret the xviii 3fiUto)iuttiim« same great Christian fact. Other omissions can very likely be attributed to the necessary limi- tations in the number of hymns, dependent to a considerable degree upon the predetermined size and style of the book. A noteworthy excellence is the conscientious care which has been taken to conform the text to the latest accredited sources of authority in hymnology. The original illustrations from the brush of Mr. Harlow are a unique feature of this volume. His widely recognized worth as a landscape artist in water-colors will attract an interested attention to the sketches with which he has en- riched the text. Many of them are sympathetic interpretations of the tone of feeling found at the heart of the accompanying poems. Some of them are expressions of moods of feeling induced by the sentiment of the hymns, and suggestive of certain aspects of external nature. Others are direct studies from nature, that have had for the artist a poetic value in the spirit of the visible scenes. xix STntroHnttiom It is believed that the hymns collected in this little volume, representing ages of inspi- ration and devotion, will conspire with all that is true and beautiful and good in our com- mon human nature, in helping, according to their measure, to make men wiser, purer, and happier. J. W. CHURCHILL. Andover Theological Seminary, October 25, 1892. XX THE WORLD'S BEST HYMNS Kotn Ine sfjoulti praise El}t (9uarl)tan of i^t ^eabenls Stinjoftiom; SCJje tnijOfJjtg Creator, ainti tfje tJjougfttg of ^ia tninti, (Slortous ifatfjer of J^ts Inorfcs! 20 3^e, of eberg jOflorg lEternal iLorti! lEgtablwljel) ti^t bejOfinning: £o J^e first sfjapeti 3ri)^ eartJ) for ii)t rfiiltiren of men, Snti tt)e S^eab'ns for its canops, ^olg Creator ! tK\}t tnfttile region, 8Efie Ouartiian of ilHanfeinti, SClje eternal 3Lorti, afterlDarl)» matie SCfie grounti for men, aimigflts ISuIer ! From Alfred's Translation of Bede. {Attributed to Cadmon. The earliest Anglo-Saxon hymn.) ENTLY, Ix)rd, oh, gently lead us, Pilgrims in this vale of tears, Through the trials yet decreed us, Till our last great change appears. When temptation's darts assail us, When in devious paths we stray, Let Thy goodness never fail us. Lead us in Thy perfect way. In the hour of pain and anguish. In the hour when death draws near, Suffer not our hearts to languish, Suffer not our souls to fear ; And, when mortal life is ended. Bid us in Thine arms to rest. Till, by angel bands attended, We awake among the blest. Thomas Hastings. %i0i^t js^l^nttng out of SDarRneje^iet* OD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform ; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace ; Behind a frowning Providence He hides a smiling face. U%it tiiixiixi% out of IDsLxkntM. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan His work in vain ; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain. William Cowper. i ^e^VLy flDber of mp ^mil ESU, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high 1 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide ; Oh, receive my soul at last 1 Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone. Still support and comfort me ! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing ! 4 ^un, Lotier of mp S^onU Wilt Thou not regard my call ? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo 1 I sink, I faint, I fall ! Lo ! on thee I cast my care ! Reach me out Thy gracious hand ! While I of Thy strength receive. Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and behold I live ! Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ! Just and holy is Thy Name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, — Grace to cover all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound ; Make and keep me pure within ! Thou of Life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of thee ! Spring Thou up within my heart I Rise to all eternity ! 5 Charles Wesley. H^attl^man, tell n^ of tl^e |^i0l^t ATCHMAN, teU us of the night, What its signs of promise are ! Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height See that glory-beaming star ! Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell ? Traveller, ye^ ; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. Watchman, tell us of the night, — Higher yet that star ascends ! Traveller, blessedness and light. Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveller, ages are its own, — See, it bursts o'er all the earth ] 6 S12KattNan» tell m of t^e IStffbt. Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveller, darkness takes its flight. Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveller, lo ! the Prince of Peace, Lo ! the Son of God, is come. Sir John Bowring. { HILE shepherds watched their flocks by night. All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. " Fear not," said he (for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind) ; " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind. " To you, in David's town, this day Is born of David's line The Saviour who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : " The heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, And in a manger laid." 8 Wi\^iU S^bepbetli0 taiatcbeH. Thus spake the seraph ; and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, and thus Addressed their joyful song : (t All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ; Good will henceforth from heaven to men Begin, and never cease ! " Xahum Tate. 3^t tame tqion tfye a^tMt Clear. T came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold : " Peace on the earth, good will to men From Heaven*s all-gracious King ! " The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats 0*er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. 10 ^t came upon tbe ;^iliniffbt Cleat* But with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long ; Beneath the angel strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong ; And man, at war with man, hears not The love- song which they bring. Oh, hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing ! And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low. Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing ; Oh, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing ! For, lo I the days are hastening on, By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold : When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing. ri Edmund H. Sears. HOUT the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! Sion, the marvellous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth ! The brightest archangel in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! Tell how He cometh ; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round How free to the faithful He offers salvation. How His people with joy everlasting are crowned. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 12 Ibbottt tbe (SUCn QTiHinfftf. Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ; Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing ; One chorus resound through the earth and the skies. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! William Augustus Muhlenberg. 13 ARK, the glad sound ! the Saviour comes. The Saviour promised long ; Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song ! On Him the Spirit, largely poured, Exerts his sacred fire ; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love. His holy breast inspire. He comes, the prisoners to release In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before Him burst. The iron fetters yield. He comes, fi*om thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray. And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day. 14 i " ^\l pKxk, tit (SlaH ftottnH ! He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace To enrich the humble poor. His silver trumpets publish loud The jubilee of the Lord ; Our debts are all remitted now, Our heritage restored. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy belovdd name. Philip Doddridge. IS RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid t Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall ; • Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, — Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favor secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. i6 (Cpqibanp. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning. Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Reginald Heber. 17 O to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power ; Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with Him one bitter hour ; Turn not from His griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray ! Follow to the judgment hall. View the Lord of life arraigned ; O the wormwood and the gall ! O the pangs his soul sustained ! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss, — Learn of Him to bear the cross ! Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; There, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time, God*s own sacrifice complete ! " It is finished ! " — hear the cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die ! i8 (0etl)0emane. Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid His breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom ; Who hath taken Him away? Christ is risen ! He meets our eyes ! Saviour, teach us so to rise ! James Montgomery. 19 Coronation. LL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem. To crown Him Lord of all I Let high-bom seraphs tune the lyre, And, as they tune it, fall Before His face who tunes their choir. And crown Him Lord of all ! Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this floating ball ; Now hail the Strength of Israel's might, And crown Him Lord of all ! Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, Who from His altar call ; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod. And crown Him Lord of all ! 20 Coronation. Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed of the fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all ! Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line, Whom David Lord did call. The God incarnate, Man divine. And crown Him Lord of all ! Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall. Go spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all ! Let every tribe and every tongue That bound creations call Now shout, in universal song. The crowned Lord of all ! Edward Perron et. 21 ^Ai\ to t^t HocH'iee 3CnottiteD. AIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son I Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun I He comes to break oppression, To let the captive free. To take away, transgression, And rule in equity. He comes with succor speedy To those who suffer wrong ; To help the poor and needy. And bid the weak be strong ; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light. Whose souls, condemned and dying. Were precious in His sight. '>'> |)ail to tit kotti*6 StnointeH. He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, joy, hope, like flowers. Spring in His path to birth. Before Him, on the mountains. Shall Peace, the herald, go, And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. Arabia's desert-ranger To Him shall bow the knee ; The Ethiopian stranger His glory come to see ; With offerings of devotion Ships from the isles shall meet, To pour the wealth of ocean In tribute at His feet. Kings shall fall down before Him, And golden incense bring ; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing ; For He shall have dominion O'er river, sea, and shore. Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar. 23 I^ail to tl)e JLotH'tf ^Inointeli. For Him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end ; The mountain dews shall nourish A seed, in weakness sown, Whose fruit shall spread and flourish, And shake like Lebanon. 0*er every foe victorious He on His throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest ; The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His Name shall stand forever, — That Name to us is Love. James Montgomery. 24 ^tfmt 3^eI)obaI)'ies atoful €I)tone. EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone. He can create, and He destroy. His sovereign power, without our aid, Make us of clay, and formed us men ; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. We '11 crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues. Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. Isaac Watts. (Varied by Charles Wesley.) 25 Ol) is love ! His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove ; Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens : God is wisdom ! God is love ! Chance and change are busy ever ; Man decays, and ages move ; Hut His mercy waneth never : God is wisdom ! God is love ! K'cn the hour that darkest seemeth Will His changeless goodness prove ; From the gloom His brightness streameth : God is wisdom ! God is love ! He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above ; Everywhere His glory shineth : God is wisdom ! God is love ! 26 (Son in Lube. God is love ! His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove ; Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens : God is wisdom ! God is love ! Sir John Bowring. 27 €i)e ^tAp €nnit{i» OLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty ! Early in the morning our songs shall rise to Thee; Holy, holy, holy I Merciful and Mighty I God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea, Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. Holy, holy, holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 28 r -- Qri)e l^olp QTrinitp. Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Almighty ! All Thy works shall praise Thy Name in earth and sky and sea ; Holy, holy, holy ! Merciful and Mighty ! God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity ! Reginald Heber. 29 ma^^mmmmmmmmmmm^mmmmmmm^mm^mrm^^-^-^mm^p^^mrim^f^im^^^^^^^^mmmrmfmi Wf^m an ti)p ii^ttm^y <9 mp dSinh. HEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I *m lost In wonder, love, and praise. Oh, how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare That glows within my ravished heart ? But Thou canst read it there. Thy providence my life sustained, And all my wants redressed, When in the silent womb I lay. And hung upon the breast. To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. 30 SliE|)m all CI)? ilUttit6, ® mp (Son. Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived from whence these comforts flowed. When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. Through hidden dangers, toils, and death It gently cleared my way, And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they. When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou With health renewed my face. And when in sins and sorrows sunk. Revived my soul with grace. Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store. 31 WLitn all C|)p ^Kercietf, ® mp (SoU* Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. , Through every period of my life Thy goodness I '11 pursue, And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. When Nature fails, and day and night Divide Thy works no more. My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I '11 raise ; But oh ! eternity 's too short To utter all Thy praise ! Joseph Addison. 32 ^Mm CXVII. ROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's Name be sung Through every land, by every tongue ! Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends Thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. Isaac Watts. 33 ^tai^t to •1 S^tiU. fiitill toitlb Cbee. When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer ; Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings overshadowing, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. So shall it be at last, in that bright morning, When the soul waketh, and the shadows flee ; Oh ! in that hour, fairer than daylight's dawning. Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee. Mrs. H. B. Stowe. 83 ^ t WAS a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold, I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam. The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child ; They followed me o'er vale and hill. O'er deserts waste and wild. They found me nigh to death. Famished, and faint, and lone ; They bound me with the bands of love ; They saved the wandering one. 84 3f toafii a SlS9lan)ietinff ^hnp. Jesus my Shepherd is : 'T was He that loved my soul, T was He that washed me in His blood, 'T was He that made me whole ; 'T was He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep ; T was He that brought me to the fold, 'T is He that still doth keep. I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled ; But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold ! I was a wayward child ; I once preferred to roam ; But now I love my Father's voice, — I love, I love His home ! HORATIUS BONAR. 85 heavenly love abiding, No change my heart shall fear, And safe in such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me. My heart may low be laid ; But God is round about me. And can I be dismayed? Wherever He may guide me, No want shall turn me back ; My Shepherd is beside me. And nothing can I lack. His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim, He knows the way He taketh, And I will walk with Him. 86 3fn t>ea))enlp Lobe abtntnir* Green pastures are before me, Which yet I have not seen ; Bright skies will soon be o'er me, Where darkest clouds have been. My hope I cannot measure, My path to life is free ; My Saviour has my treasure, And He will walk with me. Anna L. Waring. 87 \ 3^n tfje €to^^ of CJ^riie^t 3^ glorp. N the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. When the woes of life overtake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me : Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds new lustre to the day. Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure. By the cross are sanctified ; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide. 88 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. John Bowring. 89 <^ l^o{p J>atitouc. % HOLY Saviour, Friend unseen, The fainl, the weak, on Thee may lean ; Help me throughout life's varying scene By faith to cling to Thee. Blest with communion so divine, Take what Thou wilt, shall 1 repine, When, as the branches to the vine, My soul may cling to Thee ? Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed. Here she has found a place of rest. An exile still, yet not unblest. While she can cling to Thee. What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and joys remove, With patient, uncomplaining love, Still would I cling to Thee. 90 ® ^olp Ibatiioitt. Though faith and hope awhile be tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside ; How safe, how calm, how satisfied, The soul that clings to Thee ! Blest is my lot, whate'er befall ; What can disturb me, who appall. While as my strength, my rock, my all. Saviour, I cling to Thee ? Charlotte Elliott 91 mm Wi^m ^ Jbwttit^ t^t n^ontitou^ €to00. HEN I survey the wondrous Cross On which the Prince of Glory died. My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the Cross of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to Thy Blood. See, from His head. His hands, His feet. Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet. Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine. That were a tribute far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine. Demands my life, my soul, my all. Isaac Watts. 92 ^-^ ^atiiour, httat^t an 3£tienin0 ^WfiixiB* AVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and want we come confessing, Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrow past us fly, Angel-guards from Thee surround us ; We are safe, if Thou art nigh. Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee ; Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be. Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb. May the mom in heaven awake us, Clad in light and deathless bloom. James Edmeston. 93 ELCOME, happy morning ! Age to age shall say, Hell to-day is vanquished, Heaven is won to-day ! Lo, the dead is living, God forevermore ! Him, their true Creator, All his works adore. Earth with joy confesses, Clothing her for spring, All good gifts returned with Her returning King : Bloom in every meadow. Leaves on every bough, Speak His sorrows ended. Hail His triumph now. Maker and Redeemer, Life and health of all, Thou, from heaven beholding Human nature's fall, 94 Witltomt, ^appp ;iKoniiiiir! Of the Father's Godhead True and only Son, Manhood to deliver, Manhood didst put on. Thou, of life the Author, Death didst undergo, Tread the path of darkness. Saving strength to show. Come, then, true and faithful, Now fulfil Thy word, 'T is Thine own third morning, Rise, my buried Lord ! Loose the souls long prisoned, Bound with Satan's chain ; All that now is fallen Raise to life again ; Show Thy face in brightness, Bid the nations see, Bring again our daylight : Day returns with Thee. Venantius Fortunatus (Tr. Ellerton). 95 mm HEN morning gilds the skies, My heart, awaking, cries, May Jesus Christ be praised ! Alike at work and prayer To Jesus I repair ; May Jesus Christ be praised ! To Thee, my God above, I cry with glowing love, May Jesus Christ be praised ! This song of sacred joy, It never seems to cloy, May Jesus Christ be praised ! Does sadness fill my mind ? A solace here I find. May Jesus Christ be praised I Or fades my earthly bliss ? My comfort still is this, May Jesus Christ be praised ! 96 / ^v Wihtn iKoming gilUs tit §bkitti. When evil thoughts molest, With this I shield my breast, May Jesus Christ be praised ! The powers of darkness fear, When this sweet chant they hear, May Jesus Christ be praised ! When sleep her balm denies, My silent spirit sighs, May Jesus Christ be praised ! The night becomes as day, When from the heart we say. May Jesus Christ be praised ! Be this, while life is mine, My canticle divine, May Jesus Christ be praised ! Be this the eternal song Through all the ages on. May Jesus Christ be praised ! German, Tr. C as wall. 97 « ARK, my soul 1 it is the Lord : 'T is thy Saviour, hear his word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee : Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ? " I delivered thee when bound. And when bleeding, healed thy wound ; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. " Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be. Yet will I remember thee. " Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above ; Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 98 Lot)e0t C^ott fOt^f " Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done, Partner of my throne shalt be : — Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ? " Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love Thee and adore : Oh ! for grace to love Thee more ! William Cowper. 99 345507 ^Itfit be t^t €ie tijat Iiintijer. LEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Jesus' love ; The fellowship of Christian minds Is like to that above. Before our Father's throne We pour united prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one, Our comforts, and our cares. We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear, And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. When we at death must part. Not like the world's our pain ; But one in Christ, and one in heart. We part to meet again. 100 iSle0t be tit €it tbat hintm. From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin, we shall be free ; And perfect love and friendship reign Throughout eternity. John Fawcktt. lOI fierce t»a$e tt^t Wi^ ^^oto. lERCE was the wild billow, Dark was the night ; Oars labored heavily, Foam glimmered white ; Mariners trembled, Peril was nigh ; Then said the God of God, " Peace ! It is I." Ridge of the mountain wave, Lower thy crest ; Wail of the tempest wind. Be thou at rest ; Peril can none be, Sorrow must fly. Where saith the Light of light, "Peace! It is L" 102 iFime toa^ tf)e WLiin ^illoiD* Jesus, Deliverer, Come Thou to me ; Soothe Thou my voyaging Over life's sea. Thou, when the storm of death Roars, sweeping by, Whisper, O Truth of truth, " Peace ! It is I." St. Anatolius (Tr. Neale). 103 ARK ! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King ! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is bom in Bethlehem ! Hark ! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-bom King ! Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time, behold him come. Offspring of the Virgin's womb ! Veiled in flesh the Godhead see, Hail the Incamate Deity, Pleased as Man with men to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel ! Hark ! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-bom King ! 104 puxkl tf)e ptvBVti ^nztla tfinff* Risen with healing in His wings, Light and life to all He brings. Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three in One ! Glory, as of old, to Thee Now and evermore shall be ! Hark ! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King ! Charles Wesley. 105 2F fjeatti tfje l^oice of ^PejSujS itfap. HEARD the voice of Jesus say, " Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast." I came to Jesus as I was, All weary, worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting place, And He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The hving water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live." I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. io6 3f l)earli ti)e Soite of 3fe0tt£; £;ap* I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy mom shall rise, And all thy day be bright." I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun ; And in that Light of life I '11 walk Till travelling days are done. HORATIUS BONAR. 107 ERUSALEM, the golden ! With milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not, oh, I know not What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare. They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them. The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. io8 3fertt0alem, ti)e (SolHen* There is the throne of David, And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast ; And they, who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white. O sweet and blessed country, The home of God*s elect I O sweet and blessed countrv, That eager hearts expect ! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest. Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. St. Bernard (Tr. Neale). 109 % Ci)dt0e to http ^ j^be. CHARGE to keep i l:, /e, A God to felorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. From youth to hoary age, My calling to fulfil. Oh, may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will ! Arm me with jealous care As in Thy sight to live ; And oh, Thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give 1 Help me to watch and pray. And on Thyself rely. Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die. Charles Wesley. no H, could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth, Which in my Saviour shine, I *d soar and touch the heavenly strings. And vie with Gabriel while he sings In notes almost divine. I 'd sing the characters He bears, And all the forms of love He wears, Exalted on His throne ; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would, to everlasting da)rs, Make all His glories known. Oh, the delightful day will come When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see His face ! Then, with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I '11 spend, Triumphant in His grace. Samufx Medley. Ill a^ntoatti, Ci)n$?tian J^oltiierje?. NWARD, Christian soldiers ! Marching as to war. With the cross of Jesus Going on before. Christ the Royal Master Leads against the foe ; Forward into battle, See, his banners go. At the sign of triumph, Satan^s host doth flee, On, then, Christian soldiers, On to victory ! Heirs foundations quiver At the shout of praise ; Brothers, lift your voices. Loud your anthems raise ! Like a mighty army Moves the Church of God ; Brothers, we are treading Where the saints have trod ; 112 ®ntoarIi> €l)n0tian S^olHierd ! We are not divided, All one body we, One in hope and doctrine, One in charity. Crowns and thrones may perish, Kingdoms rise and wane, But the Church of Jesus Constant will remain. Gates of hell can never 'Gainst that Church prevail ; We have Christ's own promise, And that cannot fail. Onward, then, ye people ! Join our happy throng ; Blend with ours your voices In the triumph song ! Glory, laud, and honor Unto Christ the King ! This through countless ages Men and angels sing. S. Baring-Gould. "3 <&ut Meie^t ^thttmttj ere ^t ibreatteti. UR blest Redeemer, ere He breathed His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed, With us to dwell. He came in semblance of a dove, With sheltering wings outspread. The holy balm of peace and love On earth to shed. He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing Guest, While He can find one humble heart WTierein to rest And His that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each thought, that calms each fear. And speaks of heaven. 114 (But ^letft Vitnttmtv, ere pt hvtBtitn* And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness Are His alone. Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness, pitying, see ; Oh, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, And meet for Thee 1 Oh, praise the Father, praise the Son ! Blest Spirit, praise to Thee ! All praise to God, the Three in One, The One in Three ! Harriet Auber. "5 J^un of mp J^oui, €t)ou J^abiour Hear. UN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near ; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy serv-^ant's eyes ! When the soft dews of kindly sleep My weary eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour^s breast ! Abide with me from mom till eve. For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh. For without Thee I dare not die. If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spumed to-day the voice divine. Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin. ii6 i S^ttn of mp i^ottt Cbott S^abtottt Heat. Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store ; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant slumbers, pure and light. Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take, Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. J. Keble. 117 €I)e J^Iiatiotoies of tf)e Abetting ]^ourss. HE shadows of the evening hours Fall from the darkening sky ; Upon the fragrance of the flowers The dews of evening lie. Before Thy throne, O Lord of heaven, We kneel at close of day ; Look on Thy children from on high, And hear us while we pray. The sorrows of Thy servants, Lord, Oh, do not Thou despise ! But let the incense of our prayers Before Thy mercy rise. The brightness of the coming night Upon the darkness rolls ; With hopes of future glory chase The shadows on our souls. ii8 d)e S^|)a)rota)fi; of tlie (Cbeninjr l^otttfii* Slowly the rays of daylight fade ; So fade within our heart The hopes in earthly love and joy That one by one depart ; Slowly the bright stars, one by one, Within the heavens shine : Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in heaven, And trust in things divine. Let peace, O Lord ! Thy peace, O God ! Upon our souls descend ; From midnight fears and perils Thou Our trembling hearts defend ; Give us a respite from our toil, Calm and subdue our woes ; Through the long day we suffer, Lord, Oh, give us now repose ! Adelaide Proctor. 119 ^ath ! tol)at mean tt^n^t f$tAp "Btnttfi ? ARK ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies ? Lo ! the angelic host rejoices, Heavenly Alleluias rise. Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant in hymns of joy : " Glory in the highest, glory ! ( ilory be to God most high ! " Peace on earth, good will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed and sins forgiven, Loud our golden harps shall sound. " Christ IS born, the great Anointed ! Heaven and earth His praises sing ! Oh, receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King ! 120 Iparit! taibat mean tbo£se j^olp Soicefii? " Hasten, mortals, to adore Him ! Learn His Name to magnify, Till in heaven ye sing before Him, Glory be to God most high ! " John Cawood. 121 % ftta more f earner jeet^an roil. FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those at rest, Asleep within the tomb : Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day ; Oh, wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away ! A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time, And we shall be where suns are not, A far serener clime : Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day ; Oh, wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away ! A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore. And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more : 122 21 fetal more pearc; ^liaU tolU Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that calm day ; Oh, wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away ! A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more : Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that bright day ; Oh, wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away ! 'T is but a little while And He shall come again, Who died that we might live. Who lives That we with Him may reign : Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day ; Oh, wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away ! HORATIUS BONAR. 123 %^ pmt^ t^e f$att for Cooling J^tteamjer. S pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee And Thy refreshing grace. For Thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine ; Oh, when shall I behold Thy face. Thou Majesty divine? Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? Trust God, who will employ His aid for Thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy. God of my strength, how long shall I, Like one forgotten, mourn, Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed To my oppressors' scorn ? 124 ^ Sl0 panto tl)t ^art for Cooltnff Streams. My heart is pierced as with a sword, While thus my foes upbraid : " Vain boaster, where is now thy God ? And where His promised aid?** Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still ; and thou shalt sing The praise of Him who is Thy God, Thy health's eternal spring. Tate and Brady, 1696. 125 <& ^tA^tt Hear, 3^mi$saleml MOTHER dear, Jerusalem ! When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see ? O happy harbor of God's saints ! O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night ; But every soul shines as the sun. For God himself gives light. O my sweet home, Jerusalem ! Thy joys when shall I see ? The King that sitteth on thy throne In His felicity? 126 ® fRoibtx Heat^ 3fetu0alem ! Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Right through the streets, with pleasing sound. The living waters flow. And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow. Those trees each month yield ripened fruit, P'orevermore they spring. And all the nations of the earth To thee their honors bring. O Mother dear, Jerusalem ! When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end ? Thy joys when shall I see ? 127 SDaton pur)ile$s all tfyt €^t totti) fligfyu AWN purples all the east with light, Day o*er the earth is gliding bright, Morn's sparkling rays their course begin, — Farewell to darkness and to sin ! Each evil dream of night, depart ! Each thought of guilt, forsake the heart ! Let every ill that darkness brought Beneath its shade, now come to naught ! So that last morning, dread and great, Which we with trembling hope await, With blessed" light for us shall glow, Who chant the song we learnt below. O Father, that we ask be done. Through Jesus Christ, Thine only Son, Who, with the Holy Ghost and Thee, Shall live and reign eternally ! St. Ambrose (Tr. Neale). 128 WEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky. The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, — And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But, though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. George Herdert. 129 HRIST to the young man said : " Yet one thing more; If thou wouldst perfect be, Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor, And come and follow me ! " Within this temple Christ again, unseen. Those sacred words hath said, And his invisible hands to-day have been Laid on a young man's head. And evermore beside him on his way The unseen Christ shall move, That he may lean upon his arm and say, " Dost Thou, dear Lord, approve? " 130 Beside him at the marriage feast shall be, To make the scene more fair ; Beside him in the dark Gethsemane Of pain and midnight prayer. O holy trust ! O endless sense of rest ! Like the beloved John To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on ! H. W. Longfellow. (For his brother's ordination). 131 RD of all being 1 throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star ; Centre and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near ! Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day ; Star of our hope, thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is thy gracious dawn ; Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign ; All, save the clouds of sin, are thine ! Lord of all life, below, above. Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love. Before thy ever-blazing throne We ask no lustre of our own. 132 SI Suit'^Dap l^pmm Grant us thy truth to make us free, And kindling hearts that bum for thee, Till all thy living altars claim One holy light, one heavenly flame ! Oliver Wendell Holmes. ^33 I^pmn of €ni$%. LOVE Divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee we cast each earth-born care, We smile at pain while Thou art near ! Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near ! When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall sofdy tell us. Thou art near ! On Thee we fling our burdening woe, O Love Divine, forever dear. Content to suffer while we know. Living and dying, Thou art near ! Oliver Wendell Holmes. 134 €{)e Cnictflrion. I -UN LIGHT upon Jud^a^s hills, And on the waves of Galilee ! On Jordan's stream, and on the rills That feed the dead and sleeping sea ! Most freshly from the greenwood springs The light breeze on its scented wings ; And gayly quiver in the sun The cedar tops of Lebanon ! A few more hours, — a change hath come ! The sky is dark without a cloud ! The shouts of wrath and joy are dumb, And proud knees unto earth are bowed. A change is on the hill of Death, The helmed watchers pant for breath, And turn with wild and maniac eyes From the dark scene of sacrifice ! That Sacrifice ! — the death of Him, — The Christ of God, the Holy One ! Well may the conscious Heaven grow dim. And blacken the beholding Sun. 135 C|»e Cnttifinom* The wonted light hath fled away. Night settles on the middle day, And Earthquake from his caveraed bed Is waking with a thrill of dread I The dead are waking underneath ! Their prison door is rent away I And, ghastly with the seal of death. They wander in the eye of day ! The temple of the Cherubim, The House of God is cold and dim ; A curse is on its trembling walls. Its mighty veil asunder falls I Well may the cavern depths of earth Be shaken, and her mountains nod ; Well may the sheeted dead come forth To see the suffering Son of God ! Well may the temple shrine grow dim, And shadows veil the Cherubim, When He, the chosen One of Heaven, A sacrifice for guilt is given ! And shall the sinful heart, alone, Behold unmoved the fearful hour, When Nature trembled on her throne, And Death resigned his iron power ? 136 Cf)e €tttttll[)cton« Oh, shall the heart — whose sinfulness Gave keenness to His sore distress, And added to His tears of blood — Refuse its trembling gratitude ! John Greenleaf Whittier. ^37 from ^berp ^tormp D^inti t^at 52Moto$(. ROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 'T is found beneath the mercy-seat. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, — A place than all beside more sweet, It is the bloodstained mercy-seat There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat There, there, on eagles* wings we soar, And time and sense seem all no more ; And heaven comes down, our souls to greet. And glory crowns the mercy-seat. * Hugh Stowell. '38 €{)e ^on of <(Soti got0 fmtfy to D^ar. HE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain : His blood-red banner streams afar, Who follows in His train ! Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below. He follows in His train. The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave. Who saw his Master in the sky. And called on Him to save : Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong : Who follows in his train ? 139 Cf)e Ikon of (Son ffoee fortli ta SjBan A glorious band, the chosen few, On whom the Spirit came : Twehe valiant saints, their hop>e they knew. And mocked the cross and flame : They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's gory mane ; They bowed their necks the death to feel : Who follows in their train ? A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid. Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed : They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil, and pain : O God ! to us may grace be given To follow in their train ! Reginald Heber. 140 4^% WMfit^iff tfyt Ittng. H, worship the King, All glorious above ! Oh, gratefully sing His power and His love. Our Shield and Defender, The Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendor, And girded with praise. Oh, tell of His might, Oh, sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy space ! His chariots of wrath Deep thunder-clouds form And dark is His path On the wings of the storm. The earth, with its store Of wonders untold, Almighty, Thy power Hath founded of old, — 141 (Bi, Wiotn^p tit Hinir* Hath stablished it fast By a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, Like a mantle, the sea. Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite ? It breathes in the air, It shines in the light ; It streams from the hills, It descends to the plain, And sweetly distils In the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust. And feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust. Nor find Thee to fail ; Thy mercies, how tender, How firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend ! O measureless might, Ineffable Love ! While angels delight To hymn Thee above, 142 jfc^V^^ iA ®f), Wiuxahi^ tit lliair« The ransomed creation, Though feeble their lays, With true adoration Shall lisp to Thy praise. Sir Robert Grant. 143 ^Mtn 121. P to those bright and gladsome hills, Whence flows my weal and mirth, I look and sigh for Him, who fills Unseen both heaven and earth. He is alone my help and hope. That I shall not be moved ; His watchful eye is ever ope, • And guardeth his beloved. The glorious God is my sole stay, He is my sun and shade ; The cold by night, the heat by day, Neither shall me invade. He keeps me from the spite of foes, Doth all their plots control; And is a shield, not reckoning those, Unto my very soul. 144 »v^ fcsr-TT P^alm 121. Whether abroad, amidst the crowd. Or else within my door, He is my pillar and my cloud. Now and forevermore. Henry Vaughan. '45 Vk/*.. ^ ^gfytjf fotttt^^ i^ our